September 17th excerpt:
“Dude, I told you,” Dean grumbled at Sam. “Batman is way better than Superman. He doesn’t even need superpowers to fight crime!”
Sam rolled his eyes where he was draped against Dean’s neck, comfortably propped up. “No, just a few billion dollars to make up for it. Superman is using his natural strength instead of all these extra toys!”
September 16th excerpt:
That dog had been a thorn in his side for weeks. Logan glared at what he could see of Rumsfeld over the edge of the nightstand. Damn dog didn’t bark at Sam like a chew toy.
Maybe there was something to that.
September 6th excerpt:
While Dean was distracted, he felt the sleeve of his shirt move, then the sensation of two tiny boots climbing up came. Sam was quick to get to his shoulder while he was down on the ground, claiming his regular perch.
“Ready,” Sam declared in satisfaction.
Dean moved his hands, about to push himself up, when he paused. Sam’s home was wide open. Before leaving, Dean took one of the larger books and placed it so it was blocking the entrance.
September 5th excerpt:
It didn’t make any damn sense. By rights, Sam should be in a jar, too.
September 4th excerpt:
Nodding, Dean stood and went over to the shelf, knocking idly at Sam’s wall. “C’mon, pint-size, get your act together!” he called through the holes sculpted into the walls. Both giving Sam a way to communicate, a way to get air, and some extra light on the interior. “The night’ll be half done by the time you’re ready!”
Sam stalked out. “I’m not that slow,” he swore in annoyance.
September 3rd excerpt:
Dean knelt down right outside his guest room and rubbed the dog’s head. “You going to be our guard dog while we stay?” he asked knowingly.
Rumsfeld yelp-barked and nosed at the spot on Dean’s chest where Logan was hidden.
September 2nd excerpt:
“What are your plans?” Sam asked dubiously as he eyed up the slight bulge against Dean’s chest.
Dean shrugged. “I’ll figure something out. For now, he’s out of Bobby’s way, out of Rumsfeld’s way, and we’ve got the night to ourselves. Want to grab a movie?”
Sam considered. “What about Logan? I’m not sitting with you if he’s going to be bitching up a storm.”
“I’ll find a place to stash him for the night.”
September 1st excerpt:
“You have a great track record with that, don’t you? You and that Jacob kid let your pet bug walk all over you.”
August 31st excerpt:
Since Sam’s portion of the hot dog was cut into small pieces to make it manageable for the tiny hunter, Dean had to content himself with spearing the bite with his fork and dipping it in the ketchup, just like he’d done as a kid growing up. He could try piling it all into a bun to see how that would go, but since he was almost full, it seemed a waste of time.
Sam selected another shred of his leftovers and bun and had just begun to splice it all together when he happened to glance up at some movement on Dean’s chest. His eyebrows jumped up. “Dean!”
August 3rd excerpt:
Sam rolled his eyes, an amused smile on his face. He grabbed the fork tine closest and shoved it away. “Help yourself, jerk. Just don’t say I never do anything for you.”
Brothers Apart 